Love from My Dominant Boss

“Since you’re so adamant on keeping our relationship under wraps, I shall fulfill your wish,” Michael coldly replied and stormed out of the door without even sparing a second glance at me.

I was baffled to see him infuriated. I don’t think I said anything wrong, so why is he so angry? Could it be because of that message?

As I thought of that message he sent me, I was overwhelmed with guilt once again.

I hurriedly shook my head to get rid of any thoughts relating to Michael and directed my attention back to continue with dinner preparation.

Nonetheless, he did not return when dinner was ready. I sat at the dining table and waited for him, yet he never appeared even after two hours.

Every night, we would eat dinner together in this house without fail. That had slowly become a habit of mine. As such, I could not get used to his absence that night and only ate a few bites before going for a bath and then to bed.

I had always told myself not to hold Michael in a special place in my heart and to learn to be indifferent and composed so that there was no way I would fall in love with him.

After all, the one who got aroused first will be the loser between the two of us.

That night, Michael did not return. I was worried and had no idea where he went, but I suppressed the urge to call him.

In the next few days, he did not set foot at Birchwood either. I had only seen him in the company during the day. I desperately wanted to ask if he had gone to the mansion, or perhaps he had gone to some other woman’s house instead.

Nevertheless, I knew that I was in no position to ask those questions because I was the one who had asked him to keep a distance. Thus, my question would only add to his displeasure.

I grabbed a document, headed toward the CEO’s office, and chanced upon an opportunity to knock on Michael’s room door when no one was noticing me.

I waited till his voice sounded from inside before I pushed open the door and walked in.

I came in to see Michael, with his head lowered, focused on going through the documents. I was a little hesitant as I came in front of him, unsure of what to say.

raised his head to look at me after a long time, he furrowed

look through this

moment we exchanged glances, I forgot everything that I had wanted to say as my

from the design department, sending the document and asking for signature?” Michael exposed me mercilessly while looking at

find an excuse to get in his room, so I

“I-I…”

What’s

myself, yet Michael did not give me a chance to do so. He did

the mansion for the past few days? You haven’t been back at Birchwood…”

you think it’s appropriate for you

gaze turned colder and I could sense that

“I…”

in my heart instantly as I did not expect him to lose his temper. I wanted to explain myself but

out of here!” he

flickered. When I finally regained my senses, I felt sad as I could not believe Michael would

forcefully held my

and hurried out of the CEO’s office and returned

many eyes swung at me, all of

I ignored their mockery and tried to keep my composure in front of them as I did not want them to see me at

did not even spare me a glance at all, let alone talk to me. Who knew it would

any reason. There had been too many unlucky incidents—I could not find my documents;

feeling that someone had been setting me

again, it was pure suspicions in my mind. After all, I did not have any substantive evidence to support my claims, and everything that had

at the washroom, I was about to get out when I realized I could not open the door at all. It felt like something